Chapter 91: Chapter 91 - 91 091 Bathing

Chapter 91: 091 Bathing Chapter 91: 091 Bathing He Xing’s gaze lingered on her waist before his eyes deepened, but he said nothing and merely walked to the back of the RV.

Soon, he returned with an autumn jacket and tied it around Fu Han’s waist without explanation, “It’s too cold today. If you’re not careful, you might have back pain when you’re older.”

In the past, He Xing had always disapproved of Fu Han wearing provocative clothing. He could barely tolerate off-shoulder garments but drew the line at low-cut and midriff-baring outfits.

Back then, He Xing had been the only one in Fu Han’s heart, and whenever He Xing declared what she could and couldn’t wear, her heart would swell with sweetness, comforting herself that this was a sign of He Xing’s concern for her.

Even when Fu Han learned that He Xing never interfered with Xia Ning’s clothing choices, she felt smug, thinking that he didn’t genuinely like Xia Ning.

But over the past three years, having seen much of the world and learned many truths, she understood that to truly love someone, you accept all of them, instead of imposing your own life views and values upon them.

At this moment, Fu Han found He Xing’s gesture of covering her waist quite irritating, and her anger successfully diluted the joy she had felt about their reunion.

She threw the jacket on the sofa, “If you’re cold, you wear it. I don’t need it.”

A flash of surprise passed through He Xing’s eyes, but he quickly masked it with a smile and did not insist, “Liang Tao went to buy some food. He’ll be back soon. Let’s wait a bit longer.”

The mention of food made Fu Han realize she was hungry, but she had a habit since childhood of needing to bathe before eating, especially now that she hadn’t showered for nearly 48 hours. Although she hadn’t sweated, she felt uncomfortable all over.

Right now, bathing was more important to her than eating, even though she was starving.

He Xing’s gaze had never left Fu Han, and seeing her state, he immediately said, “There’s a restroom here. Do you want to take a shower? Liang Tao won’t be back so soon.”

Fu Han’s eyes lit up, but she still hesitated, “Is that okay? It seems inconvenient.”

“Of course, it’s fine. Hurry up,” He Xing said decisively as he pushed Fu Han into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water filled the air. As He Xing listened, an inexplicable heat surged from his belly, his breathing became erratic, and his Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously.

Time passed, and the sound of water finally stopped. Fu Han’s voice then called out, “He Xing, can you come here for a moment?”

Through the steaming vapour, her voice was so ethereal it was barely discernible.

But to He Xing, that voice was like a kiss left on his lips during a midnight reverie, indistinguishable between dream and reality.

His face flushed, he stood at the bathroom door, “Xiaohan, what’s wrong?”

“I… I forgot to take my clothes.” Fu Han coughed dryly, clearly very embarrassed. “Could you help me get them?”

“Sure, right away,” He Xing responded as he went to Fu Han’s suitcase but found himself at a loss. The suitcase had a combination lock, and he couldn’t open it.

A smile touched the corners of his lips as he handed her his bathrobe instead, “Wear this to come out and look for it yourself. I can’t open your suitcase.”

Two minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Fu Han emerged in He Xing’s bathrobe. The loose-fitting robe hung off her body, not only revealing her collarbones but also hinting at a generous glimpse of her chest.

A storm was brewing in He Xing’s dark eyes as he gazed intently at Fu Han, his affectionate eyes revealing the thoughts in his heart without reservation.

Fu Han’s face, already flushed from the steam, turned even more shy under his gaze.

She avoided He Xing’s eyes, attempting to walk past him, “Excuse me, let me through. I’ll return the bathrobe as soon as I find my clothes.”

Fu Han remained still, which was just as well, but the moment she moved, the scent of the body wash and shampoo wafted around, causing He Xing’s blood to rush to the top of his head.

He did not step aside but pushed her against the wall, carefully protecting her head with one hand while wrapping his other arm around her waist, and kissed her deeply.

The night sky of Antarctica appeared before Fu Han’s eyes—no, that was the night sky on the rooftop of Lanwan Mountain, with countless fireflies witnessing their moment.

Scene after scene from her past with He Xing flashed through Fu Han’s mind—her entire youth, the most brilliant days of her past 25 years.

He Xing’s kiss deepened, becoming a siege.

Fu Han neither pushed him away nor responded, not having the heart to push him away, nor able to respond, so she just stood there, numb.

“President He, the food I bought is here,” a loud voice announced.

Liang Tao’s booming voice rang out, and the next second the door swung open, letting in a gust of cold air.

The blood that had rushed to He Xing’s head instantly cooled down, and he pushed Fu Han into the room before turning to walk to the door, “Liang Tao, just put the things here and go drive the car upfront.”

As Liang Tao entered, he keenly sensed the amorous atmosphere in the room, daring not to say another word. He set down the groceries and made a swift exit without lingering.

In truth, Fu Han was the most embarrassed one; her suitcase had not been brought into the room, and the wardrobe here hung only a few clothes—all belonging to He Xing, with none she could wear.

As she was wondering what to do, there was a knock at the door, “Open up, I’ll bring your suitcase in.”

A few minutes later, Fu Han emerged properly dressed. This time she wore a brick-red sweater and wide-leg pants, completely covered up.

The timeless pairing of black and red not only was fashionable but also showcased her perfect figure.

He Xing’s gaze swept over Fu Han like radar, “That outfit looks much better. Are you hungry now? Let’s eat.”

…

Su Cheng and Nan Qing only discovered Luo Qinghe had returned when they checked their social feeds. They seemed to have conspired to phone Luo Qinghe one after the other, both overtly and covertly inquiring about Fu Han’s circumstances.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to call Fu Han; her phone had been constantly indicating that it couldn’t connect, suggesting it was probably still switched off.

Luo Qinghe could only say Fu Han had gone back on her own, claiming ignorance about anything else.

Anxious, Su Cheng drove to Huating No.1. He waited outside apartment 2501 for half an hour, but instead of Fu Han, it was Nan Qing who showed up.

Nan Qing’s complexion turned slightly unnatural at the sight of him, but she quickly returned to normal, “Since you’re here to wait for Fu Han, why don’t you come inside and wait? Don’t catch a cold outside.”

Since the dinner where both families got together, Su Cheng and Nan Qing had not seen each other again, let alone exchanged phone calls or Whatsapp messages.

Today was their first encounter since, and Su Cheng felt awkward, hesitating about whether he should come in.

Already making her way inside, Nan Qing didn’t bother to close the door, “I’m leaving the door open; come in or not, it’s up to you.”

After nearly half an hour of indecision, Su Cheng was finally vanquished by the coldest snowstorm of the city and entered quietly.

The heating inside the house was turned up high. Nan Qing was dressed in a plaid shirt on her upper body and waterwashed jeans below, bending over her artwork.